(poooooooorrrrrnnn. i'm trying to write dust in another window and peter's talking about calormene troop movements and i'm all, what the hell, this is boring, where is the porn. THIS OH MY GOD.)
edmund's mouth on his, just the faintest brush of his tongue over peter's lips, and peter makes a strangled sound he can't contain and tries to lean forward, tries to get edmund's skin against his own.
because he's going mad. that's the only reasonable explanation. he's going mad, and he doesn't like it, doesn't like this feeling of being completely out of control.
he's vaguely aware of edmund's thighs braced on his hips. there is only a faint spark of pain lingering on his lips now, and he wanted to clear his head of the fog, not add to it.
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edmund's mouth on his, just the faintest brush of his tongue over peter's lips, and peter makes a strangled sound he can't contain and tries to lean forward, tries to get edmund's skin against his own.
because he's going mad. that's the only reasonable explanation. he's going mad, and he doesn't like it, doesn't like this feeling of being completely out of control.
he's vaguely aware of edmund's thighs braced on his hips. there is only a faint spark of pain lingering on his lips now, and he wanted to clear his head of the fog, not add to it.